Security. It is not, perhaps, what he would expect to hear - but then, he is not sure what he would expect to hear, and it is a welcome answer, either way. What could he wish for, after all, more than to be a safe haven? His smile is softer than it was, and thoughtful; he glances down again at the cat nuzzling against his hand, up at the woman who brought him into her home on so short an acquaintance, and he is filled with a sudden wonder to think that all of this has come about at all.

Her hand is in his hair, all of a sudden. It is a tender touch, intimate in a way he is not entirely used to; and in unconscious mirroring of the cat between them, he leans a little into her hand. His hair has not always been long, and it occurs to him that this may be the first time anyone but himself has run their fingers through it at its current length. A strange thought to have, maybe.

"I will gladly take secure." He looks up at her, smiling, and reaches over in turn to brush a stray curl back from her cheek. "Thank you."